Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.